Boarding A Bus Poem by Louis Santhana

on boarding a bus
we scramble for a seat
luckiest and strongest ones
are the first to wrest

rest of the defeated crowd
pooh-poohs
and continues as standees

……reverting back to their
never ending worries
with which they do
this to and fro shuttles

sometimes, we get
ourselves seated first - but
with an air of arrogance
we move our faces outside

only to avoid hearing any requests
from old, blind or invalid standee

It is a kind of pretension denial
for a journey that would last for
Just twenty odd minutes.